Friday, August 10, 2007
Ode to the straightener.
I have a new found respect for all the cute, in-shape ladies I see around Georgia with perfectly straightened hair! So here's to those amazing women who go running at noon, and have magic hair!
I look out my window and what do I see?
100 degrees of humi-dity breathing at me!
I live in Georgia and it's not a joke,
That taking out my garbage , I am risking heat stroke.
I can get dolled up while the babes are asleep,
I straighten at 11, though it curls up by 3.
So if you ever brave the heat to visit me,
I'll be the puddle of sweat under the massive frizzies.
Okay, so not my best creative genius at work here, but I never outgrew the phase in elementary school where all your poetry sounds like a sad attempt at Dr.Suess. Hehe.
PS: This picture is AFTER I straightened my hair, but BEFORE I entered deathly abyss that is the Georgia heatwave!